Ah, Life, we are no sooner dressed Than we must strip: Come, Bacchus, then, you wondrous boy, You god of laughter, peace and rest, With friendship smiling on your lip -- There's nothing in this world can move Us like good wine and love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MARCH OF XERXES by LUIGI ALAMANNI APPARITIONS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO MISS DIXON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNET (4) by JOACHIM DU BELLAY SONNET: LOVE'S DEPTH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON SANDY STAR: 1. SCULPTURED WORSHIP by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |